On the merry-go-round that is life, you are likely pass this question many times, but somehow there are times when when we seem to hit this point more than we do any other. Like I read in many sci-fi books as a teenager, I’m caught in a time-warp.
What set’s these episodes in motion, I still don’t know.
When life holds a knife to your throat, what keeps life going? That whole thought is quite a paradox. The only thing that can take life, is life itself.
For the first time in my life, I hate winter. This year it is long and bleak. It’s ground-hog day, again. I wanted to post a picture of how I am feeling, but even google images fails to find me a picture of how I feel.
When foundations are knocked out, it’s hard to fix. Can you rebuild, or is it condemned to demolition? What is left to do?
After 28 years on this Earth, what does one show for it?
I guess one has to have faith, and even the best have moments where their faith wavers.
Life is a test, and unfortunately you just can’t turn to the back of the book to find the answers.